Miracle Man |[:]| Oliver Tree

2

I rubbed my head as I stared a hole into the ceiling. What the fuck was their problem with Oliver? I understand not liking his hair cut but at the end of the day it's his fucking hair cut not theirs, why does it matter?

I closed my eyes in hopes that my confusion and anger would disperse. I felt my body slowly drift off, until there was a loud knock at the door. I blinked slowly, scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion before another knock. Then I realized, Oliver was here.

I hopped up and ran over to the door, opening just as he was going to knock again. He scrunched up his face with his fist in the air.

"Okay. At least let me knock so this isn't awkward."

"Wouldn't that just make it awkward?" I asked as I closed the door a bit.

He knocked on it and I pulled it open.

"Sakaya hey, I'm at your house!" He greeted.

Maybe Kelly and Cassy were right, he's gonna kill me.

I gestured for him to come in and he did, kicking off his shoes in front of the door.

"Alright, I came to hear a song so you better play one." He demanded after he finished looking around the living room.

I felt my stomach prickle with nerves.

"If you insist." I laughed and then lead him down the short hallway to my room.

I turned on the lights and revealed my slightly messy room. The walls were white and the carpet gray. I added color with rainbow icicle lights on one wall and the wall beside my bed covered in photos of my family and friends. My piano stood against the wall adjacent to the window and my guitar lay on top of it.

"Damn, you have an actual piano?" Oliver said in a mystified tone. "I figured you'd just have a keyboard."

I shrugged.

"Kelly's mom used to teach piano lessons but eventually ran out of students. She let me have it for my birthday one year."

He sat at the bench.

"Sounds like her mom is a lot cooler than she is."

I busted out laughing and he watched me with a smile. As soon as I finished he continued.

"They really don't like me."

He catches on fast.

"It's not that."

He scrunched his eyebrows.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He shouted in an anger less, playful sounding tone. "I saw the way they were looking at me. Oh and their faces when you invited me over, if looks could kill, sorry honey but I'd be burying you right now."

"Okay fine. I don't know what their problem is."

"They're predigus."

I raised an eyebrow and he immediately pointed to his hair.

"You'd seriously be surprised by how many people dislike me cause of my fucking hair."

"That's a stupid reason to hate someone."

"Exactly!" He exclaimed. "Yea I know I'm a grown ass man with a bowl cut okay Karen, it's not hurting anyone, how about we talk about your fucking bitchy attitude instead ugh!" He groaned before spinning around and slamming the hands down onto the piano keys. A harsh clashing sound came from it.

"The worst part is that I've actually fucking had to say that to someone once."

"No way."

"Yes way." He nodded, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. "I've never seen someone over the age of two have as big of a meltdown as she did after that."